On December 16th, I went to my annual checkup "down there". Like most women, I find these appointments annoying. I mean...they're kind of a hassle, they're intrusive, they're just not fun.
It was a good thing I went to my annoying appointment because 8 days later, on Christmas Eve, I was told I had cancer. Excuse me? Me? No. This was not on my Christmas list. I'm 33. I'm fairly healthy. I ran a half marathon 3 months ago, for the love of pete. But, yes, it's true.
Now that we have the biopsy and scan results, I know I have Stage 1 Cervical Cancer. There is a golf ball size mass inhabiting my cervix. His name is Roid, by the way. Roid is a jerk. We're not friends. Due to the size of Roid, surgical removal is not an option so I will be starting Chemotherapy and Radiation treatments in the next few weeks.
This is not the kind of adventure I envisioned for 2016, but you know what? Bring it on, Roid. You're going down. You don't know who you're messing with.
I invite you to join me on my adventure. There's no worrying though....we got this.
I'm at Roswell today for my "quick and easy" surgery.
Here we go.